The Loveland Reporter-Herald published my letter thanking veterans. I wanted to share it with my readers here.

Every other Friday, a group called Veteran Business Owners Network (VBON) meets at a local restaurant in Loveland.

Membership includes veterans from various eras, people associated with organizations helping veterans and those who just support veterans. Our annual golf tournament raised funds for returning vets who have needs.

At the last meeting, as we ordered breakfast, our server handed out boxes containing two muffins. She said, “The cook made too much batter and did not want to throw it away.” Since we meet regularly, the management gifted us these goodies.

I thought, “This will be a nice surprise for my wife.”

After the salute to the flag, introductions and discussion of upcoming events, we adjured.

One member–a former Navy pilot and six-year prisoner of war—mentioned that he “didn’t really need to eat these.” He offered them to any of us. Another member—career Army and Viet Nam vet—said, “I’m going from here up to the Fort Collins Vets Center, I’ll take them.” This center helps veterans with issues such as benefits, health care info, G.I. Bill information and much more.

The former POW passed his box of muffins down the table. In about two seconds, someone else relinquished his box. With no spoken words, everyone in attendance donated their windfall to share with veterans we do not even know.

My wife lost out that day, but some anonymous military veterans enjoyed a brighter day, I hope.

There is a popular Facebook picture showing soldiers in combat. The caption is,” Brothers don’t always have the same mother.”

Spam in this case is the electronic version, not the stuff some people eat.

The electronic junk mail is usually mass mailed to thousands of people.

Do you know how the word came to be?

The derivation of the word has it roots in a skit from the Monty Python’s Flying Circus. In the 1970 sketch, spam is depicted as ubiquitous and unavoidable.

A hilarious (if you like that type of humor) short scene features a restaurant whose menu features Spam in about every entrée.

An argument ensues between the waitress and a patron. She wants something to eat–hold the Spam. The scene ends with the customer screaming,” I don’t like spam.” At the end, everyone in the place sings “Spam, lovely Spam, wonderful Spam.”

Trivial note: The word Spam is uttered at least 132 times in the skit.

Another trivial note: There is much speculation on how the term Spam came to be relating to the food product.

According to Wikipedia–Ken Daigneau, brother of a Hormel executive, named the product in a 1937 contest and won a $100 prize. Hormel claims that the meaning of the name “is known by only a small circle of former Hormel Foods executives”, but popular beliefs are that the name is an abbreviation of “special processed american meat” or “shoulders of pork and ham”.[